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her touch so light, it had barley dimpled Brian’s shirt.  Almost as if she hadn’t needed to boost off him at all.
     
    Global History dragged for the last period and I had trouble concentrating on old Mrs. Pelman.  Instead, I kept thinking about the new girl, her mother, and their almost-empty car.  The bell finally rang and I headed out into the hall, meeting up with Jonah and Rory near the front of the school.
     
    Lockers slammed, kids yelled, books dropped, and the halls were a swirl of teenage confusion.  Up ahead of us, I spotted a figure that was quickly becoming familiar.
     
    “Hey Sarah?  Coming back tomorrow?” I asked.  She didn’t hear me and my two friends hadn’t seen her, being caught up as they were in a discussion about Monday night football. 
     
    “Sarah?”
     
    She still didn’t turn, busy looking at her phone.  I tried a different tact.
     
    “Hey Caeco.” 
     
    Her shoulders tensed and she slowly turned to give me a deadly glare. Like, you know, if looks could kill and all that.
     
    “You didn’t answer to Sarah,” I said in the storm cloud of her instant hostility.  Something that might have been chagrin flashed over her features before her face smoothed out to its normal, bland expression.
     
    “What did you want?” she asked.  My pals had by this time realized I was talking to someone other than them—and a girl type person at that and stopped their own conversation to listen.
     
    “I asked if you were coming back tomorrow.”
     
    She frowned, confused.  “Of course.  I have school.”
     
    I sighed, wondering at her weirdness.  “Never mind.  It’s just an expression.”
     
    “Hey, good game today,” Jonah added.
     
    “We lost,” she said, the frown back on her face.
     
    “Yeah, but it was close, and you slammed Johnson right in the face.  That was awesome,” Jonah said.
     
    “Yeah, I heard about that,” Rory said.  “Brian Kasinski said you look like a Crossfit instructor.”
    He made a muscle -flexing gesture, but almost nothing happened to his bicep.
     
    She looked a little flustered by his words, maybe mildly alarmed.
     
    “Oh, yeah, well, that Johnson boy seems to be a douche bag.  But listen I gotta go; my mother’s waiting for me,” she said.
     
    “Right. Well, later,” I said.
     
    She frowned again, like my words didn’t make sense.  Shaking her head, she said, “Oh, right. Have a good evening then,” and headed left toward the visitor parking and parent pickup section of the parking lot.
     
    “Weird girl,” I commented.
     
    “Yeah, but I heard she looked hot in spandex,” Rory said, reducing the whole situation to the only point that teenage boys care about.
     
    “True that, bitch,” Jonah said in his best gangster voice.
     
    “A bitch is a female dog, and I am a classy, educated young man,” my little friend shot back.
     
    “Yeah, but you’re my bitch,” was Jonah’s reply, which set Rory to sputtering as we all headed for the green Beast.
     
    Turning my head, I saw Sarah, who didn’t like to be called Caeco, get into her mother’s Buick.  Neither appeared to speak to the other as the older woman put the car into drive and pulled out.  Weird.  More weird.

Chapter 6 - Declan
     
    “James!  What are our three objectives?” Levi asked.  About five-ten and lean in his black instructor’s tee and loose black combat pants, Levi Guildersleeve was moving behind the circle of kids who were all focused on me and James, the little fourth grader in front of me.
     
    “Ah, disrupt their thoughts, do damage and… ah,” James struggled for a moment, glancing my way with a panicky look.  I lifted one foot and wobbled slightly as if I was having trouble staying on just the single leg.  Recognition flared in his eyes.
     
    “Put them off balance!” He finished triumphantly.
     
    “Yes,” Levi agreed from his roving position just outside our circle.
     
    “Mark, what are Krav Maga’s four steps to